Despite his promise to Imelda, Héctor decides to try one more time. If he can't get Miguel to confess this time, then he'll stop trying for at least a week. It's starting to tire him out, anyway. Althought that might be because he didn't get any sleep last night coming up with the idea.

It's like the original attempt, except for two things: this time Héctor has an actual place in mind, and he's not allowing Miguel to leave until he gets answers. And if Miguel refuses to come, well... he has no choice this time. Héctor won't back down until Miguel gives answers. It might be a bit dramatic, and way outside of the usual qualities of Héctor's plans, but it's worth it so Miguel can stop keeping secrets.

Apparently Miguel's forgotten that he's not the only relentless person in this family.

If he can be this stubborn, so can Héctor.

Perhaps Héctor should've taped Miguel's mouth shut before they left. His complaining is enought to drive Héctor over the edge. Thankfully, they're almost to their destination, and since Héctor's leading the way there, he doesn't have to look Miguel in the face.

Miguel groans. "Do you realize I was doing something when you dragged me out here?"

Héctor huffs. "Like what?"

"Like trying to avoid you and your stupid plans." Miguel's voice is sharp, and Héctor can feel Miguel's glare, practically piercing his skull as he continues to speak. "You do remember what happened the last time we were out here, right? It rained last time, and I do not want to be soaking wet again."

Héctor looks up at the sky, seeing that unlike two days ago, the sun is shining and hot. No clouds are in the way right now. "It's not going to rain today, Miguel," he says. "And we'll be inside, so it won't matter."

Miguel sighs. "Fine. Then tell me where we're going."

Héctor stops walking and turns to face Miguel, keeping his expression as matter-of-fact as possible. "We're going to El Beso Cantina."

Héctor knows how much Miguel likes music, and that place is always full of it. Maybe being surrounded by one of his faovrite things will soften him up. Besides, it was the first thing Héctor thought of. It always cheered Ernesto up, and Héctor used to take Imelda there when they first started dating

Miguel rolls his eyes. "That huge resturant at the end of this street?"

Héctor grins. "A resturant, and a dance club, chamaco. You like music, right?"

"Who doesn't?"

"Exactly." Héctor turns around and starts to walk ahead. "C'mon, it's this way." He can see the building just a few feet in front of them, thanks to its three stories and vivid bright lights.

Miguel snickers as he follows. "At least I'll get to see your crazy dance moves again."

Héctor sucks in his breath and glares over his shoulder. "That's enough, Miguel."

The faster this plan goes, the better.

Héctor decides to let Miguel have his fun for a few minutes. Actually, a full hour. The loud music would make it hard to talk anyway, so why not dance for a little bit?

Even though Miguel's hysterical laughter can be heard over the noise and it takes some of the fun out of the moment, Héctor allows himself to have fun and loosen up, preparing himself for his question and bracing himself for Miguel's answer... if he gives one.

After at least two more minutes of dancing (and Miguel's giggling), Héctor leads him around the crowds of people to the left side of the dance floor, sitting down at one of the tables and leaning against his chair.

Miguel shakes his head and smiles. "That was fun," he says, leaning in so Héctor can hear him better.

Héctor just nods and returns the expression. "Glad you liked it, Miguel. I had fun, too."

A huge cheer goes up, and Héctor looks at the three dancers currently taking up the open space. They're spinning around so much Héctor wonders how they don't seem dizzy. It makes Héctor giggle just looking at them as he remembers him, Imelda, and Ernesto showing off their moves in a similar way.

When he turns away from them, Miguel is staring him down, eyes narrowed. "I know why you took me here."

Héctor tilts his head and furrows his brow. "What do you mean? I took you here because I wanted to spend time with you."

Miguel sighs, folding his hands on the table. "You're still trying to get me to tell you what happened." He rolls his eyes at Héctor. "It's not going to work, you know."

"Miguel--"

Miguel glares at him. "I thought you learned your lesson from last time. I made it clear, didn't I?"

Héctor drops his gaze and crosses his arms. "Just because you're being secretive doesn't mean I'm giving up."

Miguel groans and throws up his hands, bolting up out of his seat. "I can't stand when people do this to me," he snarls. "There's a reason why I keep secrets, and it's because they're pieces of personal information."

Héctor stands as well, trying to hide his growing annoyance. "It's not like I'm going to tell anyone else. You just have to tell me how you died. You've avoided the topic for too long."

Miguel huffs and storms toward the door.

Héctor blocks his way. "You're not leaving."

Miguel shoves him aside once more, but Héctor jumps in front of him again. "Please, Miguel. Don't make this hard. You can trust me."

But Miguel charges out the door. "Not with this. It'll upset you."

Héctor chases him until they're away from the resturant, but Miguel outruns him and Héctor feels too confused and heartbroken to run anymore.